Chapter I - Expect the unexpected

Chapter I - Expect the unexpected

A Chapter by Mason Red
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Stephen and his wife end up fighting, as expected. They know it's starting to take over their lives. What they don't know is that a big change is coming.

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CHAPTER I - EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED


The day had not gone as Stephen expected it to go.


“Could you, for once, not make a scene out of this?!” she shouted at him without a glance.


“Oh, now I’m the bad guy? Always! Can’t we just f*****g talk about this? Blow off this ridiculous…” Stephen paused and thought about the event ahead. “…party? If you can call it that,” he released an unintended crack.


“Stephen,” she turned around as they walked down the driveway. “We’re going,” she took her moment there, digging deep into his soul, trying to reach him.


“Why would we, really? You want to sit through this silent meeting of downers, getting offered a sausage the size of a peanut once every half an hour while we could just stay home, open up a bottle of wine or two and see what the night brings? That was all we needed once!”


“They’re our friends. You can’t just back out of this at the last minute. That’s what teenagers do. Not adults. We’re going,” she turned away, throwing her blonde hair back at Stephen and opened the passenger door of the black Volvo on the driveway.


Stephen leaned back, looked up into the night’s sky, and sighed. The blonde, was his wife. There were some gestures that made it look like he was having some kind of desperate prayer, but the balled fists gave away he was dead plain angry. It took him just a few seconds, but it was enough for him to get his head straight enough to get into the car. He put the keys into the ignition, started the engine and drove off the driveway while his tires lost grip on the curb and he drove the car onto the road with a trail of smoke behind him.


“Would you watch it?!” she commented. “This is a forty-thousand dollar car, you idiot!”


“Yes, I know! I paid for it! And it’s meant for driving, isn’t it? Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”


She didn’t say anything after that statement, to Stephen’s secret pleasure. He wondered how they’d gotten there - gotten so deep into trouble he would speak so aggressively to her, while they used to be so perfectly together. He leaned back, dreamed away in the leather seat, getting lost in the city’s lights and calm as the fight stalled.


The fight, though, had all started on his account. He’d been going at it for a good while now. It had been the third in a week’s time. He was not happy - fed up even. He felt like a prisoner in a modern day’s society. He wanted to be a rebel again, like he once had been with Ashlee, the (now) blonde b***h. There was a time they both didn’t care about anything, living only off of each other and two part-time jobs without any form of responsibility. And he’d been happy.


He looked to his right, to his wife sitting bend towards the door, away from him. He looked at her waved hair that came to her shoulders, obviously full of hair spray, jumping up and down as the car hit small bumps in the road. There was a big rock the size of a bottle cap on her finger. She was wearing a white open dress with glitters and a pair of matching strapped heels. He couldn’t remember when she changed her way of dressing. It must have fled by in time. He tried to imagine her as she once was - jeans and tight sneakers, cotton and leather fabric, and even the wild hair that he would never mind, even when she did. He was struggling. The glitters were distracting him, her disguise getting the upper hand.


I should have never taken that job, he thought as he looked back at the road. Things would have been perfectly fine if I hadn’t. They would have had nothing but each other. No distractions. No excess. No custom. No nothing. The life they’d lived was small, but at least exciting. He was aware that it would be impossible to live the old times again, but he didn’t feel like she was his girl anymore - not even the slightest bit. She turned around one-eighty for his worst and he was desperate for a small hint from the old days. A sign. Anything at all, right here next to him. Something that told him they would not be lost forever.


“What happened to us, babe?” he finally asked as he couldn’t acknowledge the silence anymore. Babe, he repeated the word in his head briefly. It had been a long time…


“We got lucky, that’s what happened,” she said softly.


“Lucky? Nothing has been the same after we got ‘lucky’,” Stephen tried to reach her.


“Maybe that’s why we got lucky. Would you want to raise a kid in the f*****g Valley? Me bouncing my tits around for a fair share of tips at the bar, you wasting your life away at that gas station that couldn’t even pay the rent? How is that possible? Or even responsible? How would that seem to you?”


Silence ruled as Stephen thought about the ball she’d passed back at him. “But we definitely were happier back then,” his voice grew colder, like he was ready to give up.


“Yes, we were…” she sighed. “But it would be a whole lot easier if you wouldn’t be so uptight all the time. God! Seriously, Stephen, we’re thirty-two years old now. Stop trying to chase that impossible dream of yours!”


“I’m not trying to chase some impossible dream, Ashlee. I just want to see just a little bit of you back into my life, because it seems like I’ve lost you completely!”


“Oh, please… I’m still me, and you’re just so fed up with yourself that you can’t even handle it.”


Stephen tried to pay attention to the road as the fight continued. She’s so impossible! He screamed in his mind. It’s never going to be the same after tonight. How could we ever be? He shielded himself from his wife, trying to catch a break from it all and find comfort in the city’s skyline up ahead, but it would all be in vain.


“You know what?” Ashlee suddenly started, her gaze avoiding his. “That baby we’ve always talked about?” She spoke softly. “It isn’t going to get there. Because there is no way on this earth you will be able to raise a kid, if you keep acting this way.”


Stephen’s hands clamped hard to the steering wheel. Sweat broke out. He didn’t know what happened but something had turned, something snapped. His vision blurred. This string was not meant to be pulled - it sounded shrill and cold. And like a baby’s cry it drove him. Something red flashed. He tried to get his mind straight. Get out of this vicious state of mind for the both of them, but somehow it seemed impossible to do.


“Now listen, I’ve no idea what’s gotten into you, but this-”


Stephen’s face got caught in a bright. A horn blasted, screaming through the glass and penetrating his ear. And time went slow. He felt the blast of adrenaline shoot throughout his whole body. His heart ached, his arms shrieked and felt like they could lift a pick-up truck, but there was no stopping this one driving straight at him just feet away now. He didn’t know how to react. How could he react? He was already there. Braking wouldn’t work. Giving gas wouldn’t work. It was like looking destiny straight in the eyes.


But then Ashlee caught his eye; she looked at him. And there was the sign. The sign he had been waiting for. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t the spoiled wife he’d known for the last couple of years. She wore jeans again. Her hair was messed up. She wore her famous red lipstick. She hit him with everything she got; just one glance was enough for him to know that everything was going to be okay.


And then there was a blast.



© 2015 Mason Red


Author's Note

Mason Red
This is chapter one. I've spend some time on editing it so feel free to throw anything you have at it! Don't hold in - brutal truth. Hope you enjoy.

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Not sure where this story will take us as readers, but so far it seems to be off to a good start ... The ladder of success has many treacherous rungs ... Most people who achieve success are not satisfied in gaining it ... Which, I believe, is your basic message ... I look forward to chapter two ...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very well written, good flow and a story that brings the reader into it's world!

Wishing you continuous creativity!

With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mason Red

9 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and thank you for the kind words! I'm kind of busy the coming time, but I'll try .. read more
I'm really interested in the book,
And I will be reading more of it!
Great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


WOW. Talk about roller coster of emotions right now. Sometimes in life we lose track of ourselves, and the people around us, and it can be a long road back. You've given plenty of detail for imagery and senses, and the build up in the very end was written well. I throughly enjoyed this chapter and can not wait for chapter two!
-Alex

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mason Red

9 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and for the kind words. I really appreciate it. I've written most of act 1 of thi.. read more

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